I
have been spending time in a 6th grade literacy intervention class
this semester. The students are nearly always pleasant and willing to interact
with the content. One of the ways the CT is required to measure and improve
their literacy skills is through the use of a computer program. Twice a week,
this group of students goes to the computer room for time with the reading
program. They seem to enjoy the program for the most part as they are
frequently calling to me for verbal affirmation after completing a step or
lesson. My belief is that they are buying into a sense of self-management. However
as someone who is less than technologically confident, when they have computer
problems I am quick to call for help from either the CT or the building tech
guru.
Recently
two new students were moved into the class while two others (my unofficial
favorites) were moved to a different class. The two new students were males,
one had just come to Kansas after beginning the school year in Minnesota, the
other has an ethnic first and last name that imply Asian or Middle Eastern
descent. Neither of them knew each other before their first day in our Literacy
Intervention class. Doubling their discomfort, it was a computer day. Because
they were new, they did not yet have the proper information to log on to the
computers and access the materials. They had panic written on their faces, the
CT with her hands already full of dealing with the other students had a similar
expression upon her countenance. I offered to take the two new guys and work
with them at a nearby table for the period. The CT and the boys were both happy
with that option.
I
led the boys just outside the classroom to the foot of a staircase leading from
the second floor to the third floor. The third floor at my placement middle
school is a place of mystery. Never used (anymore) for daily classes, it is now
perpetually dark and presumably empty. I have feigned fear of the “haunted
third floor” with other students in the past. These new students accepted my
assertion of the third floor as creepy with no resistance. I pointed to the
dark doors at the third floor landing and told the boys, “This is your writing
prompt; a student went to the third floor and disappeared. No one knows what
happened to that student. Go!”
They
nearly tore my hand off as I handed them each a piece of paper and pencils.
Immediately they had a few questions. “Can it be about you? Can we make it about
a ghost? Can we write about other students?” I answered (perhaps recklessly) in
the affirmative to all of their questions. I just wanted them to write. And
write they did. For over fifteen minutes straight (that’s like two years in
middle school time) their pencils scratched away at their papers. Once a
student asked me for help spelling a word, but other than that they were silent,
writing, working, and dare I say learning. I joined them and wrote my own
story.
It
was clear that they were enjoying the activity as smiles covered their faces.
When one student finished he handed me his paper with a proud grin. I read it
and some parts of it were good and spooky. His build up to the climax was in
place, he used descriptive words and imaginative dialogue. I read the second
student’s work when he had finished. Similarly it had several of the important
elements a reader looks for in a scary story. Thankfully, neither had abused
the privilege of using me or other students in their story, though I did get
abducted by ghosts in both stories. Their finished stories would have needed a
lot of polish to be perfect. One student used no capital letters or
punctuation. The other misspelled several words and made some conventional
mistakes, but I did not correct a thing on either paper. We shared our stories
and enjoyed creating them. Days later, both students asked to read their
stories to the class, something for which I am willing to bet that neither has
ever requested permission.
These
students would have probably been discouraged if I had corrected all of the
errors on their papers. I did not tell them in so many words but I wanted to
communicate “an expectation that students will write well, but not necessarily
that the teacher is going to read the writing exclusively for mechanics and
require that the student revise on the basis of teacher feedback” (Principal
leadership p. 60) rendering it as interesting exercise rather than work. They
both seemed aware that their work was not perfect when I pointed out a mistake
here or there. I also think that the guarantee of an audience for their work
played a part in their strong efforts. I believe that with some work, I could
get these students to write more and integrate proper conventions into the
prompts. I hope that they will continue to write on their own and seek out
interesting prompts like the haunted 3rd floor. I am already
investigating other useful writing prompts within the school building.
Fisher, D., & Frey, N. (2012, March 1). Writing,
Not Just in English Class. Principal Leadership, 58-60.